Well I believe that some would say
The world is cursed to bleed away
‘Cause I’ve seen things
That I cannot explain
Rivers dry up and decay just the same
But don’t forget creation calls your name
About two thousand times a day
Don’t believe the things you hear
From folks who preach the end is near
It’s not your fault, they’re in denial
Get comfortable and stay awhile
The world’s for sale, so auction all you want
Predictions all sensation for the haunt
Forget about the parking lots
You’re drinking milk of magnesia for the love of lost memories so take another shot, might hurt the tummy but thats ok!
Crack a cold one
A penny for the preacher man, he means well folks
Read all the minds of folks you have forgot
If you don’t care
My Uncle Johnny that says a lot
Sharp, smart lyrics set to ’60s rock melodies, the latest from Daily Worker is the sound of yesterday with a contemporary edge. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 6, 2023
This batch of quarantine recordings by Texas musician Daily Worker recalls the classic lo-fi days of GBV, with hissy sonics and huge hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 14, 2020
As an emo fan of a certain age (i.e. old), this album feels like such a gift because I can pretend it's the sequel to Brand New's "Deja Entendu" that we'll never get. Had this come out in 2003, like "The Room's Too Cold" or "War All The Time," we'd already be reading 20th anniversary oral histories about the making of this classic album (guess we'll just have to wait until 2040). A stunner, front to back. mattgraupman